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The silence in the living room was absolute, save for the harsh, ragged breathing of the two girls kneeling on the floor.
Rito stood before the sofa, his hand gripping the waistband of his loose grey sweatpants. His heart was hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird, a chaotic rhythm of shame, adrenaline, and a dark, heavy arousal that he couldn't suppress.
He looked down at Sachie and Mami.
They were frozen in seiza, their hands gripping their knees so tightly their knuckles were white. Their eyes were wide, unblinking, locked onto his hips with a hunger that felt physical. They were looking at him like starving travellers spotting an oasis they had visited once in a fever dream.
"Do it, Rito," Mikan's voice came from the sofa beside him. It was soft and calm. "Show them what they're signing up for."
Rito swallowed hard.
He's the one who remembered the taste of Mami's mouth and the slick warmth of Sachie's hands from that night months ago, he didn't deny it. He knew they wanted this. And God help him; he wanted them to see it.
He pushed the sweatpants down.
The grey fabric pooled around his ankles.
He wasn't wearing anything underneath.
The 9-inch King sprang free.
It didn't just hang; it surged. Already semi-erect from Mami's earlier cuddling, the sudden freedom and the intense gaze of the audience triggered an immediate reaction. It kicked once, hard, the heavy head bobbing in the air before stiffening into a full, rock-hard salute.
It stood parallel to the floor, a thick, vein-wrapped pillar of dark pink flesh that seemed impossibly large against Rito's lean, swimmer-like build. The curved head, the "mushroom" that Sachie had once compared to a jewel, glistened with a fresh bead of pre-cum, catching the afternoon light filtering through the curtains.
Sachie and Mami gasped in unison. The sound was wet, as if their mouths had instantly flooded with saliva.
"O-Onii-san..." Sachie whispered, her voice cracking.
She leaned forward unconsciously. Her eyes traced the length of him, measuring it against her memories.
'It's looks even bigger,' Sachie thought, her mind reeling. 'I remember it being huge... but it's been so long, and seeing it now? It feels like a monster all over again.'
She remembered the taste, salty and musky. The way the head had bumped against the back of her throat when she tried to take it deep.
Mami let out a high-pitched whimper. Her gaze was fixed lower, on the heavy, low-hanging sack that rested against Rito's thighs.
'The eggs...' Mami thought, her tongue darting out to wet her dry lips. 'I remember them. I remember how heavy they were on my tongue, and… how soft the skin was when I licked them...'
The memory hit her like a physical blow. The phantom sensation of his rough hair against her nose, the heat radiating from his groin, it was all rushing back.
Rito stood there, fully exposed, his face burning with a heat that felt like a sunburn. He felt their eyes crawling over him, dissecting him, worshipping him.
"I..." Rito tried to speak, but his voice was husky. "I'm... fully hard."
"We can see that," Mikan said.
She stood up from the sofa. She was still fully dressed in her school uniform, creating a stark contrast to Rito's nudity.
She stopped in front of him, blocking the girls' view for a split second, before stepping to the side to frame him perfectly.
"Look closely," Mikan said.
She reached out. Her hand, small, pale, and elegant, wrapped around the base of Rito's shaft.
Rito's hips bucked involuntarily. "Hngh!"
"Do you remember this?" Mikan asked, looking down at Sachie and Mami. She squeezed gently, her thumb rubbing over the thick vein that ran along the underside. "I know you do. You played with it before. You had even tasted it."
Sachie nodded frantically, unable to look away from Mikan's hand. "Y-Yes! I remember! It tasted like... like vanilla!"
"I remember the smell!" Mami added, her voice trembling. "It smells like... like…!"
Mikan smiled, a cold, possessive quirk of her lips.
"You tasted it," she agreed. "But you treated it like a lollipop. You treated it like a toy."
She moved her other hand to her own stomach. She unbuttoned her dress and lifted her shirt, revealing the Golden Heart Seal glowing on her navel.
"A wife doesn't just taste," Mikan said. "A wife accepts."
She turned to Rito. Her expression softened, the "mature" mask melting away to reveal the adoring sister beneath.
"Rito," she whispered. "Kiss me."
Rito didn't hesitate. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, searing kiss. His tongue swept into her mouth, his hand tangling in her hair.
While they kissed, Mikan's hand never stopped moving on his cock. She stroked him with a familiarity that spoke of the last week's intense intimacy. She knew exactly where to touch, the ridge of the glans, the sensitive spot just below the head.
Shlick. Shlick.
The sound of her moist palm sliding against his skin filled the silent room. It was a wet, sticky sound that made Sachie and Mami flinch.
Rito broke the kiss, panting. A string of saliva connected their lips.
"Mikan..." he groaned, his hips seeking her hand. "That feels... too good..."
"Not yet," Mikan whispered.
She pushed him gently until the back of his knees hit the sofa. "Sit down."
Rito obeyed, sitting on the edge of the beige cushion. His legs were spread wide, his erection standing tall and proud between them, twitching with every beat of his heart.
Mikan stepped between his legs.
She reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor in a navy pool. She hooked her thumbs into her panties, plain white cotton, innocent and pure, and slid them down her legs.
She stepped out of them, kicking them aside.
She was naked from the waist down, but still wearing her shirt on top. The juxtaposition of the upper-cloth and her bare, pale legs was incredibly erotic.
"Watch," Mikan ordered the girls, her voice sharp.
She turned around, facing away from Rito, facing Sachie and Mami directly.
She climbed onto Rito's lap, her knees resting on the sofa cushion on either side of his hips. She was in the Cowgirl position, but reversed, facing the audience.
She reached back, her hand finding Rito's erection. She guided it.
Sachie leaned forward so far, she almost toppled over. Mami's hands were gripping her own thighs, her nails digging into her skin.
"She's gonna..." Sachie breathed.
"She's gonna put it in..." Mami whimpered.
Mikan locked eyes with them. She didn't look away.
She lowered her hips.
Shluck.
The head of Rito's cock pressed against her entrance. It was tight. Even after the marathon last night, she was small.
"Haaah..." Mikan threw her head back, her expression twisting in a mix of pain and blinding pleasure.
She sank down.
Inch. By. Inch.
Sachie and Mami watched in horrified awe as the 9-inch King disappeared inside their best friend. They saw her skin stretch. They saw the way Rito's thick vein seemed to snag for a second before sliding past the ring of muscle.
Squelch.
Mikan sank all the way down. Rito's hips slammed up to meet her, burying himself to the hilt.
"Ahhh!" Mikan cried out, her voice echoing in the room.
She sat there, impaled. Her stomach, right where the Golden Seal was glowing, bulged slightly, a visible curve appearing just below her navel as Rito filled her completely.
"Do you see?" Mikan gasped, looking down at the girls, sweat beading on her forehead.
She pointed to the junction of their bodies, where Rito's dark pubic hair met her pale skin.
"He's all the way inside. Deep inside. He's touching parts of me you didn't even know existed."
Rito groaned from behind her, his hands gripping her hips, his thumbs pressing into her soft flesh. "Mikan... you're so tight... fuck..."
Rito was losing control. The sight of Mikan impaled on him, combined with the wide, teary eyes of Sachie and Mami watching every second, was overloading his brain. The exhibitionist fetish, a new addition to the Spoiler Route, was firing on all cylinders.
"Look at them, Rito," Mikan commanded, breathless. "Look at them watching us."
Rito looked. He met Sachie's and Mami's gaze.
He saw their desperation and their hands twitching toward their own skirts.
"Don't touch," Rito rasped, his voice deeper than usual, vibrating with authority. "Mikan said don't touch."
Sachie sobbed, a dry, frustrated sound. She jammed her hands under her thighs, sitting on them to stop herself.
"It's so big..." Sachie cried. "It fits... it fits inside her..."
"I want it..." Mami wailed, tears streaming down her face. "I remember the taste... I want to feel it inside..."
Mikan began to move.
…
The living room was silent, save for the wet, rhythmic sounds of skin slapping against skin and the ragged breathing of four people.
Mikan sat atop Rito, her back straight, her posture elegant, even as she impaled herself on him. She had chosen the Reverse Cowgirl position, but she had twisted her upper body slightly, looking back over her shoulder not at Rito, but at her audience.
She was trying to put on a show. She was trying to be the cool, composed Head Wife instructing her candidates.
"Look," Mikan commanded, her voice breathless.
Sachie and Mami couldn't look away. They sat in seiza, their knees digging into the rug, their hands clenched into fists on their thighs. Their faces were flushed a deep, feverish crimson, sweat beading on their foreheads as they watched the scene unfolding mere feet away from them.
Mikan lifted her hips slowly, sliding up the length of Rito's shaft. The motion exposed the glistening column of flesh, inch by inch, until only the head remained buried inside her.
"Do you see?" Mikan started to say, her voice firm. "This is the realit—"
But then she looked down at Rito.
She saw his flushed face. She saw the way his eyes were fixed on her with raw, honest desire. She felt the heat of him radiating against her thighs.
The "Cool Wife" mask cracked instantly. The deredere floodgates opened.
"Haaah..." Mikan's eyes softened, pooling with liquid affection. A genuine, sweet blush spread across her cheeks, distinct from the flush of exertion. "Rito... you're so warm..."
She sank back down.
Shwack.
"Nnnh~!" Mikan let out a high-pitched, adorable squeak that sounded nothing like a strict teacher. She shivered, her hands trembling where they rested on his knees. "It feels... so good... Rito... I love you..."
She leaned back, abandoning her lecture to nuzzle her cheek against Rito's shin (since she was facing away). "My Rito... my onii-chan... filling me up..."
Sachie and Mami watched, stunned. They had expected a cold demonstration of dominance. Instead, they were witnessing Mikan, the mature, reliable class rep, turning into a melting puddle of affection right before their eyes.
"She's... she's so cute..." Mami whispered, tears streaming down her face. "She really loves him..."
"It's not just that," Sachie realized, her voice trembling. "Look at her face. She's completely gone."
Rito, fuelled by the sight of Mikan melting for him, reached up and grabbed her hips. His "Honest" desire took over.
"Mikan," Rito groaned. "I can't... I can't just lie here... turn around. I need to kiss you."
Mikan gasped, her eyes widening with delight. "Kiss? You want to kiss me?"
She scrambled to turn around, straddling him face-to-face now. The connection didn't break; Rito's shaft pivoted inside her, hitting a spot that made her toes curl.
"Yes! Kiss me!" Mikan begged, leaning down, her eyes sparkling with stars. "Kiss me a lot! Make me stupid!"
They crashed together. It wasn't a performance anymore. It was two people desperately tangled in love. Mikan wrapped her arms around Rito's neck, peppering his face with kisses, his nose, his eyelids, his cheeks, before sealing her mouth over his.
Smooch. Chu. Mmph.
She was making soft, happy noises in her throat, grinding her hips against him not to show off, but because she couldn't get close enough.
"Rito... Rito..." she whispered between kisses, her voice dripping with syrup. "You're the best... I'm so happy I'm your wife... I'm so happy..."
Sachie and Mami flinched with every wet sound. They could feel the floor vibrating. They could smell the pheromones filling the room, musk, sweat, and the overwhelming, sickly-sweet scent of pure love.
Sachie's hand twitched. Her fingers curled, inching toward the hem of her skirt. The intimacy was too much. It was more arousing than any porn magazine because it was so real.
"Don't," Mikan gasped, pulling back from Rito's lips for a second.
She looked at Sachie. For a split second, the "Head Wife" returned. Her eyes sharpened.
"Hands... on... knees!" Mikan ordered.
Then, she immediately looked back at Rito and melted again. "Ah, Rito, touch me here... yes, right there... ahn~♡"
Sachie sobbed, jamming her hands back down onto her kneecaps. "It's torture! Also, she's switching modes too fast! It's unfair!"
Rito was close. The sight of Mikan bouncing on him, looking at him with total, unmasked adoration, the Golden Seal on her stomach glowing brighter and brighter with every thrust... it was pushing him over the edge.
"Mikan..." Rito panted, sweeping her sweaty bangs off her forehead. "I'm... I'm gonna..."
Mikan's eyes widened. She hugged him tight, burying her face in his neck.
"Yes! Give it to me!" she cried out, her voice cracking with emotion. "Give me everything! I want all of Rito's love! Fill your little sister up!"
She looked at Sachie and Mami one last time, tears of happiness in her eyes.
"Watch!" she commanded, though she was smiling like a lovestruck idiot. "Watch how much he loves me!"
Rito roared. It was a low, guttural sound torn from the depths of his soul. He slammed his hips forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and held it there.
"I LOVE YOU, MIKAN!" Rito shouted his honest feelings as he broke.
SPLURT.
The climax hit.
It wasn't a trickle. It was a deluge. Rito's "King-sized" stamina translated into volume. He poured into her, pulse after heavy pulse, flooding her womb with hot, white heat.
"AHHHHHHH! RITO! RITO!" Mikan screamed, clinging to him, her legs wrapping around his waist to lock him in.
As Rito filled her, the Golden Seal on her stomach flared. It didn't just glow; it flashed like a camera strobe, illuminating the dim living room with a blinding golden light. The golden pattern spun, etching itself deeper into her soul, powered by the raw affection of the act.
Sachie and Mami shielded their eyes, blinded by the light of the bond.
"It's glowing!" Mami wailed. "It's so bright! It's like those pure love scenes!"
Rito kept pouring. Pulse after pulse.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pulses slowed. Rito collapsed back against the sofa, chest heaving, keeping Mikan held tight against him.
They lay there in a tangle of limbs and sweat.
Mikan didn't move away. She didn't get up to lecture the girls immediately. She lay on Rito's chest, listening to his heart, tracing circles on his skin with her finger. She looked utterly boneless, drunk on endorphins.
"Hehe..." Mikan giggled softly, nuzzling into his armpit. "So much... Rito gave me so much..."
She looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded and hazy. "Do you still love me the most? Even with them watching?"
Rito brushed a kiss on her forehead. "Yeah. You're my Foundation, remember?"
Mikan squealed happily and squeezed him.
Sachie and Mami were shaking. They were crying openly now, tears streaming down their flushed faces. Their thighs were clamped shut, trembling violently. Their panties were soaked through, creating damp spots on the rug beneath them.
But their hands were on their knees.
They hadn't touched. Not once.
Slowly, reluctantly, Mikan sat up. She wiped a sheen of sweat from her forehead. She looked down at her stomach, where the Seal was pulsing lazily, satisfied.
She looked at her friends. She took a deep breath, visibly pulling the "Head Wife" mask back into place, though her cheeks were still rosy with afterglow.
"You passed," Mikan whispered.
Sachie collapsed forward, her forehead hitting the floor. "We... we did?"
"You watched," Mikan said, standing up on shaky legs. A trickle of white ran down her thigh, a visual testament to the love she had just received. She didn't hide it. "And you controlled yourselves. You respected the Vow."
She walked over to them, still naked, still glowing. She placed a hand on Sachie's shoulder and one on Mami's.
"You aren't just horny kids," Mikan declared, her voice regaining its strength. "You have the resolve of wives."
Mami looked up, her eyes shining with hope through the tears. "Does that mean...?"
Mikan nodded. She looked back at Rito, who was smiling weakly from the sofa, giving a thumbs up.
"It means you're approved," Mikan said. "Welcome to the candidacy."
She looked at Sachie.
"Sachie. You go first. Tomorrow after school. Your initiation rite begins."
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